David SmithWhite

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Song: Barbarians At The Gate - Poem by David SmithWhite

I saw the ba-barbarians,
waiting at the gate.
The ba-barbarians,
and the demagogues of hate.
I saw the ba-barbarians;
the thinnest ice I skate.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
the chicken-hawk and geek.
Like mercenary seminarians,
dressed in gallow chic.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
the cabal and the clique.
The ba-barbarians,
and the gory stench they reek.

I saw the ba-barbarians;
the hue and cry and shriek.
Immigrants and foreigners,
so named by ancient Greek.*
I saw the ba-barbarians,
where ideas are second-rate;
I saw the ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
without paddles up a creek.
The ba-barbarians,
and their cronies' tough mystique.
I saw the ba-barbarians;
the havoc that they wreak.
The ba-barbarians,
and the plunder that they seek.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
embed the fourth estate.
The ba-barbarians,
in place and up to date.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
from their bases in Kuwait.
The ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
in Humvees and in Jeep.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
who tender lives as cheap.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
bereft of armour plate;
I saw the ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
invoke the spook and sneak.
The ba-barbarians,
their lies and double-speak.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
render torture as boutique.
The ba-barbarians,
seduced by lethal pique.

I saw the ba-barbarians
waiting at the gate;
the ID idealists
and fantasists of fate.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
who so love to dictate.
The ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
at the gates of life.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
making war and strife.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
full of foolish pride;
the ba-barbarians,
within these walls inside.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
make the future look so bleak.
The ba-barbarians
suppress the right to speak.
I saw the sly librarians,
now minions of the state.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
causing quite a fuss;
the ba-barbarians
of bleeding sore and pus.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
grind their foe to dust;
the ba-barbarians,
and know they look like us!

I saw the ba-barbarians,
filing by like sheep.
The hard scrabble realists,
and the companies they keep.
The ba-barbarians,
engaged in bluff debate.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late.

I saw the ba-barbarians,
traduce the old and weak.
I saw the ba-barbarians,
so pumped with faux physique;
I saw the ba-barbarians,
their puffed up bulk deflate
I saw the ba-barbarians,
but I saw them much too late!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 17, 2010


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